From Goat's Head Soup, the Rolling Stones with a track that fits the Mean Streets-Dirty Harry-urban malaise vibe of the Seventies. The track owes a great deal to Billy Preston, who plays the keyboards (feeding them through a wah-wah peddle).
"There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort." - Jane Austen
[We had a bit of a snow day here in St. John's. Schools closed for the afternoon, and the weather took a nasty turn for a while; an hour or so after I took this photo, gusts of wind made short work of the visibility, and driving became pretty treacherous. I was off for the day (I've been working weekends) and so headed out to pick up Nick; the home is full and warm and we're taking it easy.]
This is a student project that would appear to be about packaging milk as wine, but it's really not about milk, but rather Milk, as in Harvey Milk. There are reasons for the subtle design choices you see above. You can read about it here.
Last year, around this time, the three of us started watching the James Bond movies in chronological order. It was fun; this weekend, we dipped into the DVD chest and pulled out a favourite (You Only Live Twice) as we took it easy one night.
I'd like to try something different: reading the original Ian Fleming books. Not necessarily in order, and while I read some when I was younger (my dad was and is a fan of spy fiction, and I tracked a few down at the library and bought at least one on my own), a good number I've never read at all. My impressions stand to be corrected, but I thought that the tack that the movie franchise has taken with Daniel Craig has been in line with Fleming's concept of Bond - apart from the easy sophistication, this guy was not afraid to use his fists. Maybe I'm wrong. We'll see!
My brother-in-law was asking about cover songs that surpass the originals. Among those that came to mind (including Aretha Franklin's Respect and another song I've mentioned in my song of the day thread, Rod Stewart's I Know [I'm Losing You]) is Nouvelle Vague's reinvention of Depeche Mode's Just Can't Get Enough. It's not winter whenever it plays.
It says something about Bruce Springsteen's enduring stature that people get excited about an advance single for an album that doesn't come out until March. We Take Care of Our Own sets the table for an election-year album with political-sounding tunes; the song itself brings up images of Katrina and patriotism and values and conflict. An interesting mix for a messy year ahead.
I found a copy of a DVD of Saturday Night Live commercial parodies in a discount bin. At $2.99, how could I not? I had seen the Will Ferrell-hosted special before, and have seen some of the spots many, many times over the years (including the John Belushi Olympics-themed one below). This evening, Nick and I both howled while watching some of them; I remember when cable was a novelty and staying up to watch SNL was a thrill. Small wonder, then, to hear him laugh so hard at the same stuff.
When I heard a long ways back that NBC was about to relaunch Prime Suspect for an American audience, I have to admit that I was skeptical. I watched every iteration of Jane Mirren's classic British series, and loved how her brittle, vulnerable, relentless detective Jane Tennison was allowed to be all those qualities, and more, even as she matured and rose the ladder in police management.
I was actually impressed by the NBC version, which was smart enough to take its inspiration from the British original ... and then move on. Maria Bello's Jane (the surname was Timoney) was similar, but very different. She was also a bit of a ticket, and nobdy's fool, but her own character in her own world.
We got hooked on the show, particularly as I've been yearning for the kind of crime drama that Law & Order used to offer. A decent supporting cast, worthy plots, good writing ... about as much as I ask from prime-time TV.
Weeks ago, NBC pulled the plug on the show, which was barely through the first half of its first season. For whatever reason (personally, I think it's because the networks want bigger payoffs out of the gate, especially for complicated dramas that refuse to make their characters instantly endearing), NBC didn't see a future for the show. The remaining episodes were burned off up to and after Christmas, and the last one aired quietly this past Sunday.
The last thing we need is another kitchen appliance, so this one is more of a nod toward something I might be have been tempted to buy when I was hitting out from home in my early 20s. It's the self-contained breakfast station, incorporating a mini coffee machine, a mini-oven to toast bread, and a small hot plate to handle the eggs and bacon. Plus ... it does look pretty cool, in its faux-retro way.
"I’m the sort who works very hard on something for years. And then there are years where I do nothing, just a bit of wool-gathering or whatever. I like doing nothing, if I can avoid doing something." - Vikram Seth
[This quote was referenced in Sunday's edition of Desert Island Discs on BBC Radio 4, in which Seth was the featured guest. I tracked it down to this 2008 interview. Seth revealed that he has been working on a sequel to A Suitable Boy, to be called A Suitable Girl, for many years. We'll have to wait a bit later to see it.]
What did 1972 sound like? Something like this, as I recall. From Cat Stevens's Teaser and the Firecat (it came out in the fall of '71, but sold for months, if not years) is Rubylove, which is one of the first songs where the bouzouki stood out. It's today's song of the day.
From 1982, INXS in the first years of their career. Don't Change, which wasn't a hit outside of Australia (but did get airplay, as I recall), is obviously advice the band itself didn't take; Michael Hutchence let his grow out, they got some leather jackets, and the stadium-filling juggernaut came to the fore within a few years.
Dot Dot Dot is Morse code for the letter 'S,' the full message Guglielmo Marconi claimed to have received atop Signal Hill in St. John's in 1901. It ushered in the age of telecommunications. My maternal grandfather worked as a telegraph operator for Canadian Marconi on Signal Hill for many years.
As well, I have a habit of overusing the ellipsis when I write ... as frequent readers might notice.